Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Swans,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.